A Man Took Me Over For Him, But My Girlfriend Didn't Give Up On Me
At work that day I was upset and my supervisor, a man, came in and asked me if everything was alright. I tried to ignore him and get him to leave but he didn't. What's up, get it off your chest. I told him flat out that I liked this girl and this woman had moved in on her. He said something about knowing the feelings, once you have your sights on a girl you don't want anyone getting close to her. Then he said something like "there just isn't anything like pussy". I agreed with him. It was out so why hide it. Until he said "I want your pussy, I want to eat your pussy, I want to fuck your pussy, I don't want anyone moving in on you, male or female, as far as you are concerned that pussy is my pussy". "My pussy".
He had gotten up to leave but turned around. "Tomorrow morning you wake up beside me, is that understood". He had my pussy, he ate my pussy, he fucked my pussy and I woke up beside him. He didn't believe he was the first one to have my pussy or that he was my first dick. He moved me that weekend into his place and set me up. Because it was the weekend he wanted sex all weekend. Sit over his face and lower my pussy down to him. Suck his dick and spread my legs around his head so he could take it all in. Suck my tits, lay back and have me lean over him and feed him tits like if he was eating gr**es. But most of all he wanted pussy.
That Sunday, in the afternoon after we had gone out to eat, he took a magic marker and after having me shave my mound completely, wrote on me "This is my pussy" and he signed his name. A week after that he had me get a tattoo "Mike's pussy".
I was crazy, I didn't know what was going on, he was fucking me two times a day and eating me before and after. On the following Friday after I got my tattoo with him he told me he wanted me married. I married him, or he married me, it was a small thing with a few friends, a couple of my special friends from my life with the girls. They both kissed me on the mouth in front of him, she may be your wife, but she's our girl. It all sort of became real when we flew to Denver to meet my parents. The first hint was me walking in with a diamond ring on my finger and I told them I hadn't had my period.
I lived the life with him. My favorite friend kissed me every time she saw me, she grabbed some booby, and she shaved my pussy for him. She wanted him to know that no matter what I was hers, and she wanted me waking up with her, whether or not I was pregnant. He told me again what he had told me that day in the office, he had his sights on me forever and now that I was his pussy no one was moving in on me. But my favorite girlfriend wasn't ever going away, I needed her beside me, and I wanted to wake up beside her. Being pregnant drove me to want sex so bad with her, she shaved me, and ate me. I shaved her in return and ate her. I may have been married, but I kissed a girl.
He put his foot down, and she ignored him. That shit was not for her. She is the one that was with me in the delivery room. He may be the father, but she was the other mother. If he didn't like it, well she was willing to get pregnant. She would close the deal, but she wasn't leaving me and she was waking up with me. Whether he was there or not didn't matter. She wasn't giving up her pussy. And that's how it is.
She is pregnant and I guess I never realized just how big an ass you have when you're packing. Sorry.